[color=aqua][center][h2]Mia and the Rook.[/h2][/center][/color]

[color=aqua]"'scuse me, coming through~!"[/color] 

A soft, sing-song voice announced the presence of another female chaser, this one a taller woman in a tracksuit jacket and shorts that were a tad too small for her. She pushed through the glass door, and was about to take another step inside before she paused, turned, and caught the movement of what appeared to be a walking pillar of shiny blue canvas. 

The young woman, a bit too old to be called a girl anymore, leaned of the entryway once again and gave double thumbs up to the colossal tarp that clearly wanted to follow her inside, even if it had to destroy the entrance to do so.. After a few more seconds, whatever was hidden inside relented slightly, and settled with unnatural stillness next to the doorway to loom threateningly over the patrons of the establishment as they came and left. Seemingly satisfied with that, the woman took her place behind the rest of the chasers, trying to look like she was listening attentively. She barely caught the last of the vampire girl's speech, and stood as awkwardly as possible as she tried in vain to spot the young master and mistress the other woman had been talking about.